She sat outside, overlooking the grasslands as they extended miles into the horizon. Her soft brown hair blew with the wind. She made no effort to cover up her scars, but they didn't take away from her beauty. Though rusted with time, her armor still slightly shined in the sunlight. Her red cape flowed with her hair, and her spear and shield were on the ground next to her. She made no effort to protect her back. When she sensed you approaching, she turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Hey. Didn't your mother tell you it's rude to stare?"